Chapter 61
Flynn
Thunderstruck, I stared at Anna from across the table. All this time, I'd had her pegged for something else. Now I wanted to kick myself for not taking a better look years ago. The thing with Gordon, her mom, and even her sister – it was seriously messed up.
How in the hell had Anna turned out so nice?
Ihadn't turned out nice – as she'd seen firsthand. On impulse, I pushed back my chair and stood.
"Wait," Anna said. "Where are you going?"
"Hang on, I'm gonna grab a drink." I strode toward the cupboard and pulled out a fresh bottle of her favorite red. "Not for me. For you."
She gave a weak laugh. "Oh, no."
"What?"
"If you're going to ply me with booze, this can't be good."
As I opened the bottle, I said, "Eh, it's not that bad."
Was it a lie?I didn't know. That depended on Anna's view of things.
From her seat at the table, she asked, "But you're getting some for yourself, too, right?"
I hadn't planned on it, but hey, I would if it made her feel more comfortable…"Sure, why not?"
When I returned with a glass for each of us, she took a quick sip before returning the glass to the tabletop and giving me an expectant look.
"Okay," I said, "the reason I hired you…" I paused. "Actually, it sucks."
"What do you mean?"
"Lemme back up," I said. "I've got this contract with the studio. And it involves publicity, some times more than others."
"Like when a movie's just coming out?"
"Right," I said. "And the thing with Felicity, we've been sharing the same agent, the same publicity person, too."
Anna frowned. "You mean the person who writes your press releases?"
"Yeah. But not anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"I fired her."
"When?" Anna asked.
"Today."
She looked surprised. "Really? Why?"
I gave it some thought.Would Anna feel better or worse if she knew?The truth was, I'd learned from Michelle that my P.R. person had been in town just yesterday, where she'd been hassling Anna outside her mom's apartment.
No doubt, Felicity had put her up to it.
And, for Anna's sake,I'dput a stop to it.
